In The Vampire Diaries Does Tyler Die Novels & Stories

"Yes. I want all of that. Because at least it would be real." Tyler stands up. Walks to the window. Looks out at the ocean. "I watched my father die," he says quietly. "I was sixteen. We were on a pack run. He collapsed mid-stride. Heart just... stopped. I tried CPR. Begged him to wake up. Screamed at him. Nothing worked." His shoulders are tense. Rigid.

Chapter: 93 ******** THIRD PERSON: Dirk's voice trembled with desperation as he confronted the Dark Elder. "Heidi, I need to end this. My son is suffering too greatly. It's been two months since that vampire’s death, and he still feels the pain. I want him to forget completely. Just tell me what I need to do, and I will do it!" The elder woman paused, her expression grave. "I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do," she replied.

“For other things. But when it comes to your own cause? That's a different story. You often get too… excitable.” “What she said. Besides, we can’t let your impulsive ass die in battle,” Maliya added, smirking. “So you do love me,” I said, forcing a grin on my face. “Of course we do. You are our private entertainment. Imagine how boring life would be if you go to the afterlife so soon.” “Thanks. That is quite… assuring. Really. My life is truly a shit show.” Genuine upset must’ve slipped in my tone because Zuleika and Maliya exchanged worried glances.

I almost look forward to them trying because I know how swiftly he makes them regret their reappearance. Tyler learned that the hard way. A minor little erotic asphyxiation gone wrong with some cheap hooker saw him choking to death purely by accident. Well, as much of an accident as any that happen in Alexi’s world. He should have known my husband wouldn’t let him carry on being a twunt to me at every occasion we rolled up together. It only took one more sly, underhanded insult, and the next day came the devastating news that Tyler had had a sex-related end to his miserable life. What a shame. I didn’t cry for him, but we attended his funeral to pay our respects—Not. You don’t fuck with my m

"We have evidence that proves you're guilty. If you come quietly, we won't hurt you." Tyler growled and tried to free himself, but he couldn't. Just as he was trying, they heard a gunshot from an unknown direction and the gunshot hit Tyler on his forehead and he fell down and died. They tried to locate the direction of the gunshot, but they couldn't find a trace. Then Darell was angry and frustrated, because the only evidence they have to get the truth was gone. ***

As my eyes were following the lines, I had scowl on my face, Steven and Ryan were already there, we were discussing the currently ongoing issue in our pack and were looking for the resolution when we received it. ‘Have they gone mad?’ I muttered in annoyance, Steven took it from me to read, he had worked closely with Tyler and accompanied him in council meetings occasionally. He was surprised too after reading it. ‘They’re accusing you of murdering Tyler?’ Ryan reacted promptly. ‘How can they do that, we all know he died because of heart attack and doctors couldn’t save him. If they call it murder, than they should have summoned Caroline, she was his doctor’ there was deep silence before Ste

In fact, Martin won't be surprised if Tyler figured out where Valerie lives. "Why are you really here, Tyler?" Mason sighed dryly. Tyler's face turned serious, all sign of play was gone. "Jackson is dead," he muttered painfully. "Dead?" Martin looked a little shocked. Jackson was Tyler's best friend right from childhood, they were even close enough to call themselves brothers and Tyler couldn't live without him, they couldn't live by themselves but now he was dead? How? "How did he die?" Martin had to ask since he was also curious.

I was finally free. "In my next life… I’m not coming back." My lips moved. Those were my final words. Then, the world fell into endless darkness. Tyler Clark died on a bright, sunny afternoon. The funeral was simple. Only Mom, Jonathan, and Mathias attended. Alexander didn’t come. They said he had been caught stealing, beaten, and left under a bridge with a broken leg. Mom’s hair turned white overnight. She lost her mind. Every day, she held Tyler’s photo, sitting in the garden in a daze and muttering to herself, "Tyler gets cold easily… he needs more sunlight…"

“He’s probably with a patient.” We got in the car five minutes into the ride Tyler is asleep. I fiddled with the locket around my neck. I drove for about two hours until I took a little break. I pulled over to the side of the road. I looked at Tyler. He was shaking his head. His hand gripped the seat so tight I thought he would tear it. “You killed her!” he said in his sleep. I reached over to wake him up. “She’s gonna die. You killed Mandy.” He said.

That would start from Killian and Kai's generation. I saw Tyler lying in the field, naked and covered in dried blood and transcended by the number of hounds he had killed. I could still see the blood that covered the grassy field, and Tyler was in the middle of it. Sighing, I walked toward him and I lay next to him, taking his hands and clutching it tightly. “They all deserve to die,” he said to me and clenched his grip. “They all deserve to die for what they did to Keaton.”